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@petalrot
I know I don't have many mutuals over here anymore - BUT - for the time being Penny is moving to my newly-formed multi account in an attempt to actually get some interactions going. I hope to move her back to her own blog at some point, but for now YOU CAN FIND HER HERE !
daredevil rewatch → the path of the righteous
Do you really think this is the first time I’ve shot someone?
Abigail Cowen being adorable part II.
me: god penny is the cutest i CANNOT believe!!! meanwhile, penny: thanks
I don’t know if the truth is any better, but at least it’s real
“ You ever make a really bad decision? ” Without warning, the question came from out of the blue. Nothing specific had brought it on, not even Penny herself was dwelling on things she’d done in the past the words had left parted lips as if they had a mind of their own, determined to enter the world no matter how inopportune the moment.
OPEN TO , * ANY / ALL .
Like a BRIGHT RED waterfall dirty strands of hair hung over the side of the bed. She would have looked relaxed, maybe even asleep to those who did’t know any better ; those who had just arrived, those who hadn’t heard the loud banging coming from the room only an hour before. No, Penny was not relaxed, and she certainly wasn’t sleeping. What she was, unfortunately, was bored. Boredom effects everyone differently. Some find a way to busy themselves, others complain. But Penelope? She, for a short amount of time, loses what little control she has over her emotions, and that lands her in isolation, also known as being left alone in the bedroom of an unused house until she calms down.
At the sound of her door ( finally ) opening, Penny pulled herself into a seated position, blue eyes eventually landing on the figure who had most likely been sent to make sure she had’t caused too much damage.
Thankfully, it had’t been one of her more serious tantrums. The bed had moved a few inches, a lamp was broken, and Penelope herself had a handful of self-inflicted wounds...but all in all it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed.
Either UNAWARE, or UNBOTHERED by the trouble she had caused, Penny simply looked at the other, a hand pressed to the cut on her cheek, mouth searching for the correct words. In truth, Penny never knew what she was going to say, she opened her mouth, and words simply came out. The words were always familiar, she thought, maybe something she had said before, a long time ago. But now, it just felt like muscle memory. ❛ Y’all got any hair clips ? ❜
okay well this is as embarrassing as ever but uuuh, we’re back...again.
. BRIAN PHILIP
. The Governor remains at his niece’s side, tongue slipping out to wet his lips while he put the finishing touches on his stitching. Tenderly, he probes the mottled flesh around the slash in her side before he pushes the needle through again, loops the thread around, and finally knots it off. Brian smiles, and it’s a warm, genuine one. He peels a themed band-aid out of a tin at his side, and presses the pink square adorned with Hello Kitty and other varied Sanrio characters over the wound. And then he kisses two of his fingers and places them over the bandage.
. “Oh, honey,” He drawls, leaning to look at her in the mirror. Brian straightens up next to her, a hand settling between her shoulders. His dark eyes meet hers in the reflecting glass, and he sighs, leaning to rest his chin on Penny’s shoulder. “A’course I care. You mean everythin’ to me. I can’t have my lil’ girl fallin’ apart all th’ time.”
. Brian pauses, and then he averts his eyes from the mirror when the whispers start again. His smile softens just slightly, more sad than before, and head bows until he’s resting his pronounced brow against her back. A muttered, “That sack’a shit failed you. It’s your uncle’s fault we gotta do this. If it weren’t for him, you’d still be… the way you were, y’know. But… I’m just glad you’re… you’re still here. With me.”
. He allows his arms to open to her, the high-voltage, insane smile returning suddenly. “C’mon an’ give your ol’ man a hug.”
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐓. The sound of crinkling paper only ever meant one thing, and Penny cursed every event that lead up to the now-fixed-wound being on her back and away from where eyes could easily catch a glimpse of whatever character had been pulled from the variety pack. Knowing she couldn’t see didn’t stop her from trying, although it only took one good attempt at bending backwards for interest to be lost and attention to drift elsewhere, the shape of a bird passing by the window her new obsession for a solid five seconds.
Arms tight, an audible grunt could be heard as waif-like body delivered the requested hug. From the outside Penny may not have looked like the warmest of individuals, and inside the story wasn’t much different - but there was a part of her that knew enough to be appreciative of any and all physical affection she received; After all, it wasn’t often that people were foolish comfortable enough to put faith in her self control.
❝ Can we find a bookstore today? ❞ Silent for just long enough to make her sudden request feel as though it came out of nowhere, as the question was asked Penny settled into her place on her Uncle Father’s lap, hazy blue gaze just a second away from begging.
Beth.
Beth resists the urge to roll her eyes or make some sassy retort back. That would only escalate the situation and that was something she didn’t want to do. It was important that she got along with this girl and Beth also didn’t know why she had offended the other girl. Perhaps it was something that Beth had done. So with a deep breath she represses her childish urge to argue back and smiles gently.
“No, I’m not anyone important.” A gentle pause. “Can we start over? Maybe try and be a little more pleasant with one another? Unless there’s somethin’ I’ve done to upset you?”
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; Why not start over? Let any misunderstandings disappear over the horizons and just have a good old time. It sounded like fun, it also sounded like the least likely thing to happen given just who Beth was dealing with. In lieu of outright hostility, Penny would answer with a saccharine sweet smile, the innocent expression horrifically out of place. ❝ I’m not upset, ❞ she replied, cinnamon locks drained of color from her time in the sun now tucked behind petite ears. The truth of the matter was that Beth hadn’t done a single thing to upset Penny, the girl just didn’t see the need for her presence. It was the way she always felt about new people. Eventually it would pass, or maybe it wouldn’t ; only time would tell. ❝ I think we should do something instead of sitting here and looking at each other all day. Do you like games, Beth? ❞
man, being an aesthetic hoe is exhausting ! i should be back on here tomorrow so send me plotty stuff or ( if you haven’t already ) like that starter call. also hit me up over on eric, lucy, and hell why not gracie too. i’m looking for new threads on all three of them [ in that order ] and would love to start some stuff with you all . goodnight !
LOVE SEWN INTO EVERY STITCH. But no amount of love in the world could hold a person together. With every punch thrown, every mile run, and every rough drag away from cowering figures, Penny could feel tension eventually, and often, that tension would come to a head by way of a subtle pop, a feeling which lead to the rolling of eyes as she trudged home to get fixed, room temperature liquid seeping from the hole in her back all the while.
❝ it doesn’t feel like you care, ❞ penny would counter, standing as still as possible while still managing to make faces at herself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room, every poke of the needle more annoying than the last. while she wasn’t quite sure what would happen if they just let it go, some part of her deep down knew that finding out would cause more trouble than it was worth. ❝ next time you get a cut i’m gonna patch you up until you can’t even...i can’t think of anything but you get the idea. ❞
@gcverncr | SC.
sometimes i’ll sit here and then i’m suddenly remembering that penny would actually be in her early twenties had she not been killed and then swiftly murdered. nuts.
AUBURN BROWS KNIT TOGETHER. A look of pure concentration the likes of which had never graced delicate features before. As Penny thought it over, and she DID think it over, pink tongue would snake between each and every finger, the new substance which had appeared there a mystery to her just as much as it was to anyone else. One last LICK just to be sure, and the verdict was most certainly in. ❝ ...sour, but I think I like it . ❞
@endfght | SC.
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘. Gaze held firmly on Beth as hands reached out for the nearest object, fingers pretending to dial before Penny would lift it to her ear ; ❝ hello ? 911 ? i’d like to report a murder of my remaining brain cells … ❞ Thus ended any hope of Penny politely going along with the idea of having a pleasant afternoon. NO. Beth was unlucky enough to have been greeted by the worst version of Penelope, the version stuck in a perpetual state of crabbiness an insistent upon others paying the price.
Fake phone not-too-gently placed back on the table, Penny would lean back with arms crossed, looking just as unimpressed as ever. ❝ aren’t you supposed to be someone important ? ❞
@bcthanygreene | SC.
❝ 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.. ❞ Face pressed to the window, by the time Penny pulled away leaving a print of grease on sooty surface, it was with new resolve and not a question in her mind. In her defense the decision hadn’t been made in haste, several silent minutes were spent wondering if it was worth it, and it just so happened that in the end the answer to said question was one that made her eyes sparkle, always happy to get her way.
Amy was approached with quick steps and an index finger pointing towards a doll who, as far as Penny was concerned, was her soulmate. ❝ we have to get her out, ❞ The younger girl said, the sleeve of her shirt coming to land between teeth before she remembered her manners and withdrew it. Locked behind store-front glass or not, the lifeless creature would be hers.
@oflawandthings | SC.
